Mr. Kanzaki is not so approving of Hitomi's boyfriend and so wanting to assure a good life for his daughter, he affianced her to the son of his long-time business associate. However, they didn't count on the sparks that flew. -DH COMPLETED-

"What is
going on?" Mrs. Albatou asked as she looked at Hitomi, who was still rubbing
Dilandau's back soothingly, and Dilandau, who was still vomiting.

Hitomi
looked back to the kitchen's doorway and fumbled for an excuse. When she
couldn't find any, she looked back at Dilandau who was now glaring at her and
at the same time throwing up. The glare soon got to her nerve and she was again
in her revenge mode.

'You want
war? Fine.' Her mind said and she looked back at Mrs.
Albatou, expression between hesitance and submission.

"What is
going on?" Mrs. Albatou repeated.

Gatti,
Chesta and Miguel looked very uncomfortable. Hitomi merely continued her torn
expression as if she was seriously contemplating whether to leak a secret or
not. Moments later, she sighed and looked at Mrs. Albatou as if she is near
tears.

"Dilandau
is," Hitomi said and paused dramatically. She stole a look at Dilandau and saw
that he was still glaring at her. 'Alright then. You
really want war,' she thought. "You see, he's…" She shook her head and rubbed
Dilandau's back again. "He's…" She looked back at Dilandau tearfully before
looking at the rest. "He's bu-buli-limic," she
stuttered.

"What? He's
bulimic?!"

Hitomi
stared at her boots as if she regretted telling them. She didn't see that
Chesta sighed before nodding.

Mrs.
Albatou was shocked and she immediately noticed the glare that Dilandau was
sending Hitomi. 'He looks angry enough to be guilty.' She thought. "Dilandau, stop glaring at Hitomi. We'll talk about this
some other time. For now, Celena and her friends are in the living room. Since
your friends are also here, I suggest you already go to the concert."

When Mrs.
Albatou had left, Dalet cleared his throat loudly. "We'll be in the living
room." He proceeded to usher everyone out, protesting or not.

Hitomi was
about to follow when Dilandau grabbed her arm. "And where do you think you are
going?!" He hissed.

"To the
living room," she said plainly.

"And what
of the problem you've caused?!"

"Solve it
yourself, my bulimic fiancé."

Dilandau
clenched his jaw. How he wanted to harm Hitomi at that precise moment!

"If you're
planning to murder me, you'll be in more trouble than ever. Besides, it's about
time I pay you back for being such a pain," Hitomi said in a matter of fact
tone.

His grip on
her arm tightened and to prevent himself from actually considering murdering
her, he dragged her out of the kitchen.

Hitomi
unconsciously tightened her arms around Dilandau's waist and she unconsciously
leaned her cheek on his back. She was feeling cold from the night wind that blew
past them as they sped away. She had forgotten to get her jacket from the
kitchen counter when Dilandau dragged her off.

He felt her
shiver slightly against his back but he ignored her. He was still pissed about
the kitchen incident but he couldn't very well punch Hitomi. Back in junior
high, he would've punched anyone near him. But junior high is not the present.
He wasn't the same problem child anymore.

When they
had arrived at the venue, he noticed the glare Hitomi had been receiving
courtesy of Celena's friends. Hitomi looked as if she wanted to glare at the
girls but she kept her cool for Celena and Merle's sake.

"So we
split here, I guess," she said and walked off.

"You're not
joining us?" Celena called out her question.

"No,"
Hitomi replied, still walking off and not looking back at them. "Thanks for the
ride, Dilandau."

"Well,
looks like she noticed that she can't climb up the social ladder," Hikaru, one
of Celena's friends, said haughtily.

Celena
ignored her and continued to look at Hitomi's retreating figure.

He wasn't
enjoying the concert as much as he wanted to. He couldn't focus on enjoying.
And as much as he hated to admit it, he was worried about Hitomi.

'I think I
spent too much time with her that I'm uneasy without her in my line of vision
in places like this one.'

People's
screams and cheers were emanating from everywhere and still, his mind is
focused on one person. People are jumping and moving and still his eyes were
everywhere, trying to find Hitomi.

The luck of
the world must have been with him because with all the pushing and moving that
happened, Hitomi was pushed to his side from somewhere in the back. He looked
at her and suppressed the urge to smile. She was still oblivious that she was
now with him since she focused on the rock band performing on stage.

Van
would've let the guy off the hook if he had unintentionally touched Celena's
butt. This was a concert for crying out loud. But when Celena was glaring at
the guy for many times, he sure was not going to hold himself back.

Ignoring
all the pushing, screaming, and even jumping around him, he pushed his way to
Celena and punched the guy straight on the nose.

The guy's nose
bled and he lunged at Van to retaliate.

The concert
had just ended when the fight became noticeable. Viole recognized Celena's
screams. And he pulled Merle towards where the fighting was. Unfortunately
before he could reach the fight, Merle's ex-boyfriend came into view.

The guy had
literally hit Merle several times when Merle and he was still into a
relationship. Just the sight of him reminded Viole of that. But he wouldn't
start a fight. Not in front of Merle unless she was insulted or harassed.

But Merle's
ex-boyfriend was proud enough to go to Viole and start a brawl.

Dalet and
Guimel pushed through spectators to help Viole out. Hikaru and some of Merle's
friends were following them.

Blake,
Merle's ex-boyfriend, and his friends were ganging up on Viole. Merle was
trying to stop them, but what can a girl do against those football players?

When they
reached the fight, Hikaru and the others pulled Merle away while Dalet and
Guimel engaged into a fight with Blake's friends.

Chesta
tried his best to help Van out with the companions of the guy who dared harass
Celena. But they were outnumbered with the odds of four to one. No wonder the
guy had the nerve to go on touching Celena like that.

One guy
lunged towards Celena. But before he could reach her, someone else had the
courage to actually punch the guy who staggered back.

Dilandau
cursed as he tried to catch up with Hitomi. She had darted off towards a fight.

When he
managed to push through the many spectators, he was just in time to see Hitomi
punch a guy who was lunging for Celena. Now, it was Hitomi who was in deep
trouble basing from the guy's enraged look.

He ran
towards the guy. However he wanted to avoid a fight, when situations are like
this, he obviously doesn't have a choice.

Miguel and
Gatti were just in time to join the fight. Three against eight people weren't
exactly fair.

Mei and
some of the girls rushed to Celena's side to worry over her. They ignored
Hitomi of course. But moments later, their eyes were wide as they stared at
Hitomi as she punched a guy who was just about to hit Miguel from the back.

Dilandau
looked back and received a blow meant for Hitomi. 'Damn!' He cursed inwardly as
he felt the pain on his shoulder.

They glared
at each other from opposite prison cells.

The police
had come and arrested them. Actually, not just them.
For after some time, other chaotic events pursued within other groups. Soon,
fighting was almost everywhere for different reasons.

Dilandau really
wanted to squeeze the life out of the guy who had punched Hitomi on the
stomach. Mei walked up to him from her position in the cell and flirtatiously
placed her hands on his chest. He never spared her a look as he removed her
hands and walked towards Hitomi in the other end of the cell.

He sat
beside her and looked back to the other prison cell to continue glaring. Hitomi
unconsciously pulled the leather jacket closer. When they had entered the
prison cell an hour and a half ago, Dilandau had placed his jacket on her. And
since then, she sat on the corner of the cell, trying to block off the yelling
from their cell and the other cells as well.

Van on the
other hand wouldn't leave Celena's side as he engaged into a verbal fight with
Celena's offender. He still hasn't told Dilandau about the start of the fight
and he wouldn't right now, especially that he can see Dilandau being so angry
about something. He wasn't quite sure since they all had been too busy about
the fight. But he guessed that his red-eyed friend was angry about having had
bruises. Dilandau was always careful not to have something marring his
perfectly attractive appearance.

Merle
snuggled deeper into Viole who was now satisfied in just glaring at Blake on
the opposite prison cell. Before, Blake and Viole were yelling insults at each
other. But at least now, they're just glaring back and forth. She was tired and
she closed her eyes.

Gatti and
Chesta took notice of everything around the cell: from Hikaru, Mei, and the
other four girls' jealous looks to Viole and Merle's sweet embrace; from Van
and Celena's close position to Guimel and Dalet's irritated look; and finally
to Miguel's look to Dilandau and Hitomi's forms.

They were
all messed up except for the girls who were alright. Of course there was an
exception which was Hitomi. She had helped them out and she got hurt as a
result. Then, Dilandau was outraged even more. And now, he was holding her so
close while seriously looking as if he could kill anyone that very moment.

'We're all
seriously in trouble,' Chesta sighed inwardly. 'Going to the concert was a bad
idea.'

"Out," a
guard ordered as he unlocked their cell. "Your parents are here."

"Here goes
nothing," Guimel mumbled. "I guess we won't be seeing each other for a time."

"Obviously,"
Dalet said in annoyance. "Damn those morons!"

Hitomi
buried her face deeper into the pillow. Her body ached so much.

It was a
good thing that following the concert was the weekends. At least she'd have
time to rest and rest and rest. She didn't want to think of anything yet.

Last night,
her parents didn't even say anything when they came to bail her out of the
police station. They also didn't say anything for the rest of the ride home.
And even though they would say something, she had nothing to say except that
she was trying to protect Celena and as much as she hated to admit it, her
friends.

She had
been hanging out with Dilandau and his group for quite a time that she now
treats them as friends although not THAT obviously. She couldn't very well
speak to them as openly as she spoke to her friends in America. But still, they were her friends.

Dilandau
was almost different the previous night. He had fought for her and even
received a couple of blows meant for her. And to think, she had gotten him in
trouble at home about the bulimia stuff.

He had been
nice enough to give her his jacket and even sit by her for a time before
hugging her protectively at the prison.

She never
even thanked him yet.

'So what if I'm grounded?!' Dilandau thought ANGRILY as he glared at the ceiling of
his room from his resting position in the bed. 'Like I care!'

He wasn't
allowed to use the phone or even the computer. And he couldn't go out of the
house. All that because he was in some 'little' fight.
It's not his fault in his opinion. He was only trying to protect Celena and
Hitomi and help his friends out.

The moment
he and Celena were inside their father's car, he had received this punishment.
He couldn't even convince his father to lighten it a bit. And even Celena, the
favorite, was also grounded. He was sure that the rest were grounded too
although he can't be too sure about Celena's friends.

'I wonder
if Hitomi's grounded.'

But he
guessed that she was. She had been involved in the fight after all. And she got
hurt from it.

Although he
didn't quite understand it, he was outraged by the fact that Hitomi got hurt by
some guy.

He didn't
know whether to like that or not. But one thing was sure. He wouldn't let anyone
hurt Hitomi again. The next time he holds her either protectively or not, it
would be because he wanted to do so and not because she had been hurt. And if
some guy managed to hurt her, he'd hurt that guy or any person who would
inflict pain on Hitomi.

It was just
impulse that's making him think and feel this way. It wasn't anything revolving
around love. No, he was sure it wasn't. But what could it be?

They
weren't exactly friends nor are they enemies. Sure they are engaged to each
other. But that was their parents' choice, not theirs. So if they're not
enemies and not friends at the same time, then it's not hate or love. So what
is it then that made him angry when she got hurt? What is it then that made him
hold her close?

Everyone
who got involved in any of the rambles during the end of the concert were given
three days suspension by their respective schools. Some actually rejoiced, and
others felt the opposite.

But those
extra three days provided time for most of the Dragon Slayers to think about
the brawl they were involved in. It also gave time for Merle to further realize
how she meant to Viole; for Celena to feel her crush deepen on Van; and for the
other girls to realize that something was definitely up around Hitomi and
Dilandau.

For Hitomi's
part, the extra days of no classes gave her the time to be more anxious to
apologize and thank Dilandau. It also gave her more time to wonder about her
behavior.

When the
time came for them to return to school, it was either some of them were more
confused or some of them were enlightened.

"Where's
Hitomi?" Merle asked the moment Celena joined them for lunch. "She's not with
your brother."

Celena
looked at the table where her brother and his friends were and found Hitomi
missing. "She's not with me."

"Why look
for her, Merle? She's not important anyway." Mei said in a matter of fact tone.

Celena and
Merle ignored her and continued to scan the cafeteria crowd.

"Maybe she
didn't come to class." Momoko, one of their friends, offered.

"Yeah, maybe." Celena said distractedly.

Dilandau
restrained himself from tapping his fingers impatiently on the table. Hitomi
wasn't around yet and it had been at least twenty minutes since lunch break
begun.

"She might
be absent," Chesta offered weakly, afraid that Dilandau might flare up from his
intrusion on the matter.

Red eyes
pierced him. "I didn't say anything loud, did I?"

"N-no."
Chesta answered nervously.

It was
almost as if the dangerous Dilandau was back. It's not that he wasn't dangerous
the past time during the year, but the dangerous Dilandau that was now in front
of them was almost similar to the one who was out to wreck chaos on everything
long ago.

"So what is
it that made you interrupt, hmm?" He asked sternly.

"You
we-were st-staring at t-the door a-and t-then her ch-chair."

If it was
before, he would have done something brutal. He hated to be interrupted when he
was impatient about something. But it was different now. And he realized that
he was again overstepping the boundaries of friendship into that of
dictatorship. But of course, Dilandau Albatou would not say sorry to anyone.

"I see."

He turned
his look to the rest who were trying to mask the anxiety they were feeling. It
was obvious that they still feared him and that there was still the line of
superiority that divided them.

Van looked
at him. "Folken may just be around if you feel like freaking out. And we're
also around in case."

Dilandau
nodded curtly and stood up to leave.

She had
been standing there in the middle of the rooftop for the last thirty minutes
just staring at the clear blue sky.

Days of
contemplation made her more confused about other things in her life. She missed
America. She wouldn't get in trouble there
and she wouldn't need to use what she learned in martial arts class. She
wouldn't need to worry about her relationship with Allen. She wouldn't
disappoint her parents. She wouldn't need to worry about the treatment of
others. She wouldn't be in this miserable situation most of all.

That
morning, she had been spurned more than usual by most girls. It was most likely
because of her involvement in a fight and most likely because she was arrested.
And she felt tired of it all. She wanted to get away.

But
strangely, she wasn't feeling alright in the rooftop, away from everyone. It
was as if something was still amiss though she couldn't pinpoint it.

She was
tired. Just so tired. And still, she felt she still
needed to do something important. Dilandau's so called bulimia still needs to
be cleared. And when she'll do it, she'd disappoint her parents more from the
implication that she's one conniving and mean girl.

Hitomi's
reflections were soon put to a stop as she gradually became aware of warm air
on her hair. She spun back and came face to face with the silver-haired boy she
didn't know whether she hated or not.

"What are
you doing here?" She asked after a few minutes of silence. He was about to
answer her when she interrupted. "Oh yeah. This is
your territory."

'Oh no!
Did he actually figure out that I was causing him to vomit his food?' She
thought nervously. "Oh? What is it then?" She paused and then spoke once more. "Oh yeah, your jacket."

"It's not
the jacket."

"Oh alright. I apologize for smacking you in the head and making it look like you
were having bulimia in front of your mom and friends. And fine. I'm really
thankful for your help during the fight, for you jacket back at the police
station, and for the hug at the prison cell."

He looked
at her skeptically.

"I mean
it!" She said irately. "What do you want me to do? Kneel and beg for your
forgiveness? Then hug and kiss you as my thanks? Gee, you're demanding too
much!"

His lips quirked upwards in amusement. "You sure have some funny way of
asking for my forgiveness and thanking me."

"What do
you mean?!" She demanded and then realized a few seconds later. She blushed. "Uh, sorry."

He kept
quiet and stared at her still with the amusement. Soon, she lost her temper
again. "What?!"

"You do
realize that this is the first time I've seen you go red from embarrassment."

"So?!"

"I just
find it… cute."

She blushed
even more. "Are you trying to pull my leg here or what?!"

He stared
at her longer and shook his head as realization dawned to him. "Aren't you
hungry?"

"You're
changing the topic!" She snapped.

"You know,
you still haven't apologized and thanked me sincerely yet. All you did was snap
at me."

Hitomi's
expression changed from irritation to realization. "Oh yeah.
So how do you want them then?"

"Maybe I'll
take up what you said earlier," he answered, grinning.

"What?!
Forget about my apology and thanks then!"

She stomped
away towards the rooftop door but Dilandau caught her by her arm and spun her
around.

"Alright.
I think I have a better idea."

"It better
be good," she said crossly.

He stared
once more and the same realization came. Sure it wasn't love or hate. It was
more on him developing fondness for her.

Hitomi on
the other hand stared back and realized something. She wasn't feeling alright
in the rooftop and away from everyone, as if there was something amiss though
she couldn't pinpoint it because there wasn't any Dilandau then. She had
actually became attached to this guy she hated before. Attached and accustomed
that when he wasn't around, something was missing.

They were
attached to each other that even though they seem to be enemies, they weren't.
And one thing was needed to make their oblivious friendship official and clear.

They smiled
unconsciously at each other before holding out their hands as if sharing the
same thoughts on what to do next.

"Truce?"

~end~

Author's Note: Less than three weeks, see? I'm
trying my best to update more often to make up for those times I was so late in
updating. Now on to this one. I know the scenes of the
concert were a bit short and chaotic or something but I have an excuse. I went
crazy @_@.

Oh yes. I think this is the end.
It's getting mushy for any one's tastes. I think so coz I got less reviews. But
to be fair to those who still wanted this thing, I'm going to do a sequel.
Those who want this current stage of their relationship may stop here. For
those who want to proceed, the sequel is in the process. I guess this is it for
some then. I apologize for all the errors incurred in the story whether
typographical or not.

I
would like to thank everyone who supported me through their reviews and for
being patience with me. Thank you so much for sparing a part of your time to
read and review this fiction. You don't know how happy I am with the constant
support and the knowledge that through this fiction, I was able to impart my
ideas to others. Have good day/night everyone. God Bless. ^_^

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